The exhibition lasted half an hour perhaps. When the performers left the courtyard, a negro attending to the chambers of the inn rushed up to the host and whispered something anxiously. After that, it was unknown whence, a decurion of the police appeared, and when he had conducted Asarhadon to a remote window, he conversed long with him. The worthy owner of the inn beat his breast, clasped his hands, or seized his head. At last he kicked the black man in the belly, and commanded him to give the police official a roast goose and a pitcher of Cyprus wine; then he approached the guest in the front gallery, who seemed to doze there un brokenly, though his eyes were open. "I have evil news for thee, worthy lord," said the host, sitting at the side of the traveler. "The gods send rain and sadness on people whenever it pleases them," replied the guest, with indifference. "While we were looking at the snake-tamers," continued the host, pulling at his parti-colored beard, "thieves reached the second story and stole thy effects, three bags and a casket, of course very precious." "Thou must inform the court of my loss." "Wherefore the court?" whispered the host. "With us thieves have a guild of their own. We will send for their elder, and value the effects; Thou wilt pay him twenty per cent of the value and all will be found again. I can assist thee." "In my country," replied the guest, "no man compounds with thieves, and I will not. I lodge with thee, I trusted thee with my property, and Thou wilt answer." The worthy Asarhadon began to scratch his shoulder-blades. "Man of a distant region," continued he, in a lower voice, "ye Hittites and we Phoenicians are brothers, hence I advise thee sincerely not to turn to an Egyptian court, for it has only one door, that by which a man enters, but none by which he goes out." "The gods can conduct an innocent man through a wall," said the Hittite. "Innocent! Who of us in the land of bondage is innocent?" whispered the host. "Look in that direction; over there that commander of ten policemen is finishing a goose, an excellent young goose, which I myself would have eaten gladly. But dost Thou know why, taking it from my own mouth, I gave that goose to him?" "It was because the man came to inquire about thee." When he said this, the Phoenician looked askance at the traveler, who did not lose calmness for an instant. "He asked me," continued the host, "that master of ten policemen asked, 'What sort of man is that black one who sits two hours over a handful of dates?' I replied: 'A very honorable man, the lord Phut.' 'Whence comes he?' 'From the country of the Hittites, from the city of Harran; he has a good house there of three stories, and much land.' 'Why has he come hither?' 'He has come,' I replied, 'to receive five talents from a certain priest, talents lent by his father.'